Immortal of the Nine Realms

Facing the ridicule of the Shadow Race Saint, the Southern God Race Saint remained completely silent, his eyes locked dead on Fang Chen inside the Saint Tower.

Those three heads and six arms were incredibly similar to the Southern God Race. The opponent was clearly deploying a type of divine ability, rather than being born with three heads and six arms like the Southern God Race.

"The world truly holds every kind of marvel," the God Race Saint lamented. "First it was the Shadow Buddha Technique, and now it is three heads and six arms. Either someone created a divine ability inspired by the Southern God Race, or it is simply the mandate of heaven."

He let out a soft chuckle and said to the Southern God Race Saint, "This little fellow is quite talented, and he even has three heads and six arms. Why don't you adopt him as your godson? With his current performance, he is more than qualified to be your godson."

"Enough with your sarcastic remarks. The Southern God Race is the Southern God Race. Even if weak races scramble to imitate us, it is merely a similar form, but a completely different spirit," muttered the Southern God Race Saint softly.

Right at that moment, Saint Long's expression stirred, and he waved his hand.

Several streaks of brilliant light flashed and vanished as one figure after another sequentially materialized before the gathered Saints. Their appearance caused the Saints to draw their attention away from Fang Chen.

At the end of the day, Fang Chen was merely a sixth transformation from a weak race, whereas the six individuals before them were entirely different. Not only were they the number ones of their respective cultivation realms, but they also all hailed from the God Race. Perhaps in the future, they would have the opportunity to sit as equals alongside these Saints.

The six God Race divine ability users who had inexplicably appeared in this space did not panic. Instead, they calmly and collectedly bowed in unison to Saint Long.

Fang Lie and the others turned their focus toward these individuals. Their auras had been perfectly polished, reaching the absolute limit. They were absolute elites within their respective ranks. From the seventh transformation all the way to the Third Step of Limit Breaking, these six were the ones who had snatched first place within their respective realms' competition. At least within Longsheng City, their strength had already achieved universal recognition.

A trace of envy flashed through the eyes of quite a few Saints. On the surface, they refused to submit to the God Race, and every one of them wished to contest against them. Otherwise, the Southern God Race wouldn't have made a wager with the God Race. Yet in their hearts, they understood perfectly well that the gap between the various races and the God Race was far greater than imagined. Supreme geniuses like the six before them might not even appear once in ten thousand years within other races, yet the God Race produced this many all at once.

Saint Long smiled. "That you all have obtained first place for your respective ranks in this Saint Tower Battle is highly worth celebrating. Perhaps several years from now, some of you will become my colleagues."

The six God Race divine ability users hurriedly claimed they didn't dare accept such high praise.

"There is no need to be overly modest. Rest here alongside us old fellows and continue watching the battle. Once the first place for the remaining levels is decided, we shall bestow the rewards together," said Saint Long with a faint smile.

The six God Race divine ability users paid their respects once more, then walked over to stand beside the God Race Saint. They curiously peered downward. Viewing the Battle of the Saint Tower from this vantage point offered an entirely unobstructed view.

Lang Daochun suddenly muttered softly to himself, "That member of the Southern God Race is rather formidable. He can actually suppress so many opponents of the same rank all at once?"

Those words caused the God Race Saint to burst into laughter.

Unaware of what had transpired, Lang Daochun looked at the God Race Saint with a slightly dazed expression. "Third Uncle, what is it?"

The God Race Saint glanced at the three slightly ashen faces of the Southern God Race Saint, then smiled and said, "You saw wrong. That individual is not from the Southern God Race, but from the Human Race."

Lang Daochun was astonished. "The Human Race? What is that?"

The first-place winners also revealed curious expressions, scanning continuously downward. They actually managed to spot a few clues.

They then looked at the other battlefields, all of which showed God Race divine ability users holding an overwhelmingly dominant position. Only the sixth-transformation battlefield where that "three heads and six arms" cultivator was located actually had a few members of the God Race being suppressed by him instead.

This caused their expressions to shift slightly, and their gazes subconsciously fell upon Dai Congyun.

One of the first-place winners furrowed his brow. "Why isn't Dai Congyun making a move?"

"Dai Congyun is proud by nature; he is likely unwilling to join others in a combined siege," said the God Race divine ability user who had secured first place among the seventh transformations.

Lang Daochun cozied up to the God Race Saint with a subservient expression. "Third Uncle, tell me, what kind of race is the Human Race? Why have I never heard of them? They aren't even among the top one hundred races, right? How could he survive until this very moment?"

The God Race Saint said with a faint smile, "Before this, I hadn't heard of the Human Race either. However, this child's results have nothing to do with his race. No matter how weak a race is, it is still possible for a King to be born. But this changes nothing. At most, during his reign, he can make the race slightly more prosperous."

Lang Daochun nodded. "Is that so..."

He understood this logic as well. Even if the God Race did not participate in the Saint Tower Battle now, or if they achieved poor results in it, the God Race would still be the God Race. The strength of the God Race's foundation was something no other race could ever replace.

The Gold Essence Race Saint suddenly laughed. "That kid won't hold out much longer. No matter how strong he is, it is difficult to resist a combined siege from dozens of opponents of the same rank, especially when these are all divine ability users from the Top Twelve Races."

The attention of the various Saints instantly shifted back to Fang Chen.

***

Using the Three Heads and Six Arms technique, Fang Chen had caught the group of divine ability users completely off guard. He killed several divine ability users of the same rank, but once the remaining divine ability users snapped out of it, they swarmed him in a collective assault.

Any of these divine ability users, if placed within the Nine Realms era, would be able to fight across realms, fighting a seventh transformation. They stood at the absolute peak of their rank. Now that they were joining forces and Fang Chen had chosen to engage them head-on, he did indeed feel a trace of pressure.

Yet from beginning to end, he never drew his sword.

Faced with this situation, only the Seventh Sword of the Eight Desolation Supreme Sword Scripture could turn the tide. However, using it would burn his lifespan, which Fang Chen found completely unnecessary.

Gradually, the immortal essence inside Fang Chen's body hit rock bottom. Just when everyone assumed he was about to collapse, his immortal essence suddenly surged back at an unbelievable rate.

This scene caused quite a few Saints, who thought he was about to suffer defeat, to look on in amazement. Watching the divine ability users of their various races perish one by one, to say these Saints didn't feel the sting would be a lie. Every time a divine ability user died, it was equivalent to delivering talent to the Soul Race.

Before long, a Saint finally spoke up.

The divine ability users who were currently besieging Fang Chen all stayed their hands.

"Fighting like this is entirely meaningless. It seems you are determined to contest for the sixth transformation first-place title. Fine, we will give you a chance. Go watch the battle from the side, and once the outcome is decided among us here, you can make your move to fight for the first place," a Deviant Snake Race divine ability user said, looking at Fang Chen with a solemn expression.

"Then I shall accept your courtesy."

Fang Chen smiled slightly, slowly retreating to a spot several miles away.

The divine ability users of the various races felt rather helpless in their hearts. They had never imagined that a day would come when they would be pushed to such an awkward predicament by a divine ability user from a weak race.

"From here on out, we can all be considered on the same side, so let us not engage in a life-and-death struggle. We will only compete using our divine abilities. Whoever is stronger stays, and the loser will willingly concede and leave. Any objections?"

"Let's do it that way."

This group of divine ability users quickly reached a consensus.

From then on, their exchanges became considerably more refined and restrained. There was no life-and-death struggle, nor did they take any lives. The defeated parties would consciously step aside, waiting to concede with the rest of those who lost when the time came.